Wednesday, April 30, 2003

TOOT TOOT, BEEP BEEP

Man, is it just me or does Kirsten Dunst bug the shit out of you too? I don't know what it is about her, but she irritates the hell out of me.

My mouh hurts. I had a root canal on Monday, and I am sore as all hell. I came into work afterwards though; seems like I hurt worse the 2nd and 3rd day after rather than the day of. They had me flying high with the nitrus; I swear it was kicked up a notch higher than normal. I was so out of it. I actually fell asleep for a while during the procedure. But I'm not complaining!! I will say though, a few minutes on the nitrus, and my headphones turned all the way up; listening to 'Jukebox Hero' by Foreigner, and 'Cry Me A River' by Justin Timberlake--the 50 cent Remix... everything falls into place and life just makes sense... at least while the nitrus is still in effect. It's all crystal clear. Well, crystal clear with fuzzy edges anyway.

The Republican idiot I work with hit something when he was out at the airport yesterday; apparently he doesn't believe in turning his frickin head to see if there are other cars around when he is backing out. I have watched him do this before; and he just uses his mirrors; nothing else. So now the passenger door of his ugly ass intrepid is all bashed in. I have no sympathy for him, and wonder if this makes me a bad person. I didn't rejoice that he hit something and caused hundreds of dollars worth of damage to that ugly ass car... but I did laugh... not as much when one of his FREAK customers came in and after they stood in the lobby talking all loud and obnoxious... and incidentally let me interject here, how much I fucking love it when asshole breath and his customers stand there and jabber fucking jaw while I am working; so that when the phone rings I can't hear myself or the person on the phone at all. It's so fucking considerate of him, I almost can't believe it. Anway, back to the story; this George Carlin look alike; comes in, and first of all , dude was wearing a threadbare white dress shirt. Under it; he had some sort of flannel plaid nightmare on, and then over the white dress shirt a plaid tie. That alone caused a pause... as I tried to figure out what the fuck was wrong with his shirt. Then, he had a sort of english riding cap on, and a pony tail... you know when gross old men have that pony tail that forms a perfect ringlet? I hate that, I just want to cut it off... he had one of those. Anyway, this moron apparently had come in when I was on my break, and then came back to 'share some information' with the republican idiot. By the way, this 'information' they were sharing was about glue... what the relevance glue has to anything we do here... I don't know. But I digress... so then they start chit chatting about politics and unions, and "what a coincidence, I was in that union too; F-1234 blah blah fucking blah" and the republican idiot reaches his hand out to shake hands with the customer and the customer took a step back and put his hands up in the air "whoa whoa whoa, let's not do that, I'm not in the business of catching SARS." I almost spit the diet cherry coke out of my nose at that point. The republican idiot was dumbfounded to say the least, and I just couldn't believe this guy. I thought it was hilarious... he had more of a chance of catching that shit just standing there talking to the republican idiot for 20 minutes than he did from contact with a handshake. Aaron had stopped by my work, and turned his head towards me at that point and said quietly "Now, THAT'S fuckin funny" :-)

So we are 9 days away from moving day... I organized a lot of the boxes and shit that have been accumulating in my room. I still have some stuff to pack; namely the kitchen dishes and stuff; and some photo albums and dvds... other than that, I think we are pretty much ready to go. I am tired of being in transition; but cannot freakin wait to have my own place... it's so close I can taste it.

Sunday, April 27, 2003

Monday, April 21, 2003

BURN BABY BURN

I am so tired my eyes are burning. It was a long, and EVENTFUL weekend! Friday night found me at the mall with my sister spending our gift certificates that we received for our birthdays. I bought some lotion and shower gel at Bath and Body works... the mango citrus and warm vanilla sugar ... and let me be the first to say... I HATE VANILLA. But this shit smells good. Like cookies. Not vanilla. The citrus stuff smells like oranges something crazy and I love it. Totally fresh and summery... AND it was buy 3 get one free, so I ended up spending like 5 bucks out of my own pocket and still got a lot of stuff. I never spend any money on lotions or anything... I'm too cheap. So I love it when I get giftcards and stuff... because I'll totally spend those. :-) Then we went to the Mac counter at Nordy's and I got my two favorite lipsticks... spirit and twig. We ended up leaving the mall fairly early because we were needed at home for a last minute emergency, and besides that I had the headache from hell. I'd had it all day, and didn't finally get rid of it until Saturday morningish.

Aaron got off a little early Friday night and we jetted up to Fred Meyers because I knew they were having a sale on dvd's... between the two of us we bought 6 movies... Nine months, Fools rush in, Sleepless in Seattle, Wing Commander, Dirty Dancing, and Ravenous. We spent 60 bucks. Now that's a deal. We fell asleep to Fools rush in, and watched the rest of it saturday night. Saturday day, we went shopping. We bought a bedding set at Sears... kind of a shiny taupe color... I'll take pictures once we get settled. Then we went and picked up our couch at my friend's house... she was holding it for us. Oh yeah, we also bought a shitload of kitchen stuff too; at Freddy's.

Saturday night we went by Aaron's uncle's house so he could take a look at his computer. His pug had puppies, and we spent some time oohing and aahing over them... check out the new pics on the front page for some fabulous photos of them.

Sunday, we spent with Aaron's family at his mom's for Easter. Had a nice day there, and then stopped at two different carnivals we saw on the way home. We won some goldfish at the first one... that we named Bill and Hillary... which causes us to giggle and giggle. Then we saw this carnival that had the ride, 'The Gravitron' and we stopped because it's Aaron's favorite ride, and I'd never been on it. It was kinda cool; floating up and down the wall like that. Not as scary as I had thought it would be. Then we stopped to buy fish food and a bowl for Bill and Hillary, and fell asleep to Sleepless in Seattle. God, what a sad movie. I forgot what a tearjerker it can be. :-)

Friday, April 18, 2003

Ok, I don't know what my problem is but I keep biting my damn lip when I am chewing gum. Seriously, it's getting old. I am going to start doing a friday five... at least until I get bored with it...

1. Who is your favorite celebrity?

Hmmm... not sure... for a while there it was Mr. Marshall Mathers himself... but I would have to say that I am a pretty big fan of Gwyneth Paltrow... she's one of my favorite actresses anyway... and of course my two favorite comedians of all time Janeane Garofalo and David Spade.

2. Who is your least favorite?

I don't like Meg Ryan ... now anyway, pre-collagen injections she was ok, but now she irritates me. I can't stand Diane Keaton or Melanie Griffith, and I get really agitated when people tell me I resemble her. I hate that main idiot on Scrubs... I forget his name... well actually you can add the ENTIRE cast of scrubs because I loathe them all. I don't like 'George' from seinfeld... mainly because he feels the need to play every character since seinfeld as George. I hate Ashanti, Avril Lavigne, John Mayer, Michelle Branch, Mariah Carey, Russell Crowe, Celine Dion, and most of all Michael Bolton all for no apparent reason other than they irk the shit out of me.

3. Have you ever met or seen any celebrities in real life?

Hmmm... I saw Chynna the ex-wrestler at a women's show, but didn't get close enought to say hello or anything. I have met a few big names in baseball back in my stalking days.... (ahem, Tatum and I never actually ... stalked, we just admired... as close as we could get) I have had my picture taken or gotten an autograph from: Joey Cora, Ken Griffey Jr, Jay Buhner, Luis Sojo, Randy Johnson, Rafael Palmeiro, Cal Ripken and Bob Costas (a commentator) We have seen up close: Dennis Rodman, Luc Longley, Alex Rodriguez, Juan Gonzales, Ivan Rodriguez, Jose Cruz, Edgar Martinez, Lou Piniella, Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen and when I was 3 or 4 I got an autograph from Kin Shriner who was Scottie Baldwin on General Hospital.

4. Would you want to be famous? Why or why not?

Sure. Money, free stuff... adoration from millions. A personal trainer, yacht and 10 million dollar house... what the hell I'd give it a try.

5. If you had to trade places with a celebrity for a day, who would you choose and why?

Thursday, April 17, 2003

T MINUS 22 DAYS...

A short three weeks from now I will be moving! Ok, 3 weeks and one day.. I'm getting a little ahead of myself here I see. We are basically completely set. We need bedding and we have a full set of towels minus one hand towel... but I bought the missing cereal bowl yesterday to complete that set, oh and we need pots and pans... but other than that I think we are set. Everything is stacked in my room; we will be adding a couch to the mix this weekend.. I don't have room to turn around in there now, so this should be interesting.

What a busy week. I have worked at safeco Monday, tuesday and Wednesday nights... and it has been so freakin slow. It's cold, the Mariners have been kind of on again, off again, and money is tight... people aren't paying 20 bucks to sit in a cheap seat, and sure as hell aren't paying 8 bucks for a bacon burger. 8 bucks... that's not a typo. Our regular burgers are a rip off at $5.75, but to raise them to $7.75 for 2 strips of greasy limp bacon almost seems like a crime to me. I wouldn't pay that. Hell no. I am working with the same manager this year... Pedro. He's a nice enough guy, for someone with a Napoleon like temperment. Either that or the guy is manic depressive. He'll be totally happy one minute, joking and playing around with you, then the next he is pissed and ignores you or yells at you. It's lotsa fun to work with him. Oh yeah. Last night he had a crazy hair up his ass and decided to lock the door to the room that holds the cups and stuff. So when we ran out of coffee cups, and couldn't access the door or find Pedro, it was real great running around trying to find some. Finally we find him, and I'm yelling that we need cups and he flat out ignored me. Finally when he acknowledged my presence he nodded and started slowly shuffling back to the cup room. The bastard couldn't even be bothered to bring the cups down to us; He stood at the door, holding them in the air waiting for one of us to come running. Then when we had three customer complaints in a row about cold burgers, we told him and he got all defensive and offended acting like we'd insulted his mother. Our theory (though as peon workers, it's a wonder we can come up with a theory seeing as we aren't MANAGEMENT) is that the ice cold tomatoes being placed on the burger; fully cooked and fairly hot, seem to bring the temperature down quite a bit. He wouldn't hear anything we said and just waved us away.

oh well. 12 bucks an hour to serve food and deal with an asshole... two weeks out of the month? I think I can deal.

The Laci Peterson articles are so hard to read. That fucker she was married to is as guilty as sin. Just like Gary Condit... whether or not he was directly involved in the murder of Chandra Levy I don't know, but I'd bet every last cent that he knew something about it... or was involved in some way. Add to it that both of these assholes were cheaters. Condit cheated on his wife with Levy and Laci Peterson's husband was cheating with a massage therapist... I don't even get the whole mindset of cheating anyway, but since these are murderous bastards we're discussing here anway, I don't get how you could kill someone either. Especially someone close to you. It's sick. sick.sick.sick. Her husband traded in her suv for a new car in February, less than two months after she disappeared. Wow. What a loving husband.

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

*YAWN*

What I would give to be laying in bed right now; dozing off, listening to whatever morning television talkshow is on. I am so tired man... I hate that! I came home from work last night at Safeco, and got into bed, intending to read two chapters out of one of my books for writing class. Did I? No, as soon as I laid down, Bean jumped up and settled in on my stomach/chest area, and started purring. I was laying on a heating pad; as I was freezing... and between the heat and the purring, I was out. Aaron got home about two hours later, and I was comatose. I woke up a little bit here and there, but for the most part slept fairly soundly until this morning.

24 days till I move... the anticipation is growing. We have dropped close to a thousand bones on stuff for the new apartment since friday... we are basically set to move. All we need is pots and pans, and bedding. Well; that and some of the big furniture... we will pick up our couch this weekend, but it's hard to know what kind of shelving unit we want until we can actually see how much space we have.

I was listening to the T-man show this morning and they had this guy; who had a very thick accent. (If I remember correctly he was chinese.) He was going up to people in coffee shops and bus stops and telling them he had just arrived from Hong Kong, and would they like to let him breathe on them and play SARS roulette? I was dying laughing. That is so wrong on so many levels.

well, I'll be updating; but not as much... my apologies. If you'd like to be notified when I do update go to the front page of this site (www.allisonruth.com) and sign up, with school and two jobs and moving and attempting a social life... I am swamped.

Friday, April 11, 2003

GO SHORTY IT'S MY BERFDAY... WE GON' PARTY LIKE IT'S MY BERFDAY...

That's my favorite line from 50 cent's 'In Da Club'.

I am 26 years old today. I like it. I like the sound of that. This is the first year in a long line of birthdays (well since I hit 18 anyway) that my birthday wasn't preceded by 2 weeks of depression and self loathing, followed by tears and bitchiness. Hmmm... life is looking up finally! My mom asked me if I felt 26 this morning... I said "well, I like 26 better than 25" and she said "well of course look at your life now." She's right... I am one thousand times happier than I was last year... and it keeps getting better. Plus, I like the number 26, and feel grown up when I say it. :-) yes. I know I'm a nerd.

This morning Aaron and I went to our new home and paid the deposits, and got to view an apartment with the same floor plan; as there is a lady who is still living in our apartment. We are moving Friday May 9th, and I can't freakin wait!!! We like the layout and have discussed where to place the all important cat box, as well as some other stuff... our kitchen is nice and spacious and our dining room is almost completely seperate from the living room, which I like ALOT. Then we went down to the mall and bought some dishware and stuff at Mervyns, and some bathroom stuff and pillows at Jc Penneys. We are gonna go shopping tonight and tomorrow too... 28 days till we Move!!!

I came into work late, to find a card, a balloon and a cake waiting for me. Almost brings a tear to me eye. :-) It made my day though seriously. I am definitely feeling the love today... have had several emails and phone calls from people who love me to wish me a good day... ahhhh, I couldn't ask for more... well I could but I open presents tonight. :-D

Wednesday, April 09, 2003

LIVIN IN SIN... WELL IN A MONTH ANYWAY

We were approved for the apartment!!!!!!!!!!! Moving day is temporarily slated for May 10th; though she said we may be able to get in there earlier. I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT!!!!!!!!!! (can you tell I'm a little excited?) The prospects of my own stuff is absolutely intoxicating. I told Aaron last night I want to spend my birthday on friday shopping for our new home. He was very agreeable to that, so we made plans to visit Ikea, Linens and things, Bed Bath and Beyond, and we'll probably hit up a little target and walmart action too. I am so stoked about this I seriously can't even stand it. I thought waiting would be hard; but I think as long as we have a goal in sight; it's going to be a lot easier. We are going to sign the papers and pay the deposits and stuff on friday. We get to see the apartment next to the one we will be renting; it has the same floor plan as the one we are moving into, so that should be exciting. The apartment we originally viewed at this complex was a lot smaller; and not completely wheelchair accessible.

I think I want to do the kitchen in cherries. To be honest it doesn't even matter that much; I just want to move and begin my life with Aaron. I am ecstatic at the thought of doing my homework completely uninterrupted... not that I was always interrupted at home... but it is hard to concentrate with a house full of people. There is always a tv going and voices in another room to distract me... It's hard enough for me to sit down and concentrate let alone study in an evironment where I am easily distracted. And trust me. I am easily distracted. :-) Man, I can't even describe how happy I am about this.

It is such a pretty day today... but a little brisk. and by a little brisk I mean fucking cold. But it's ok, because the sunshine makes up for it. I am starting tonight at safeco again, so on my lunch I've gotta zip over to Target and see about getting a long john shirt to wear under my new employee issue polo. (thank god they did away with those horrid tee shirts.)

Notice that I've put up a new spot where you can comment about what I write... it'll be at the bottom of each post from now on;and is a little like a guest book; but i"ve tried to formulate it so it's more like a message board. Feel free to comment on anything I write here!

I don't know if I've mentioned this lately, but I FUCKING HATE that republican asshole I work with. I was having a good ol' morning, high on life, hopeful to find out about the apartment Aaron and I applied for yesterday and just generally in a good mood, and he has to come up and destroy it all. Sometimes the contempt I feel for this 3 foot tall jerkoff is absolutely impossible to disguise... I have given up disguising it, he is lucky I have any fucking manners at all or I would have kicked him in the nuts a long time ago.

He comes up to me this morning all pissed off about something and asks me "what could I have said so you would have expedited this correctly." First words of the morning. I'm like "What?" He hands me some paperwork I processed and shipped an order on yesterday with a note attached to them addressed to one of the girls up in our corporate office. He's all "I specifically ask for the copy of the credit card stuff to be mailed with the invoice and you put it in the box." I said " you never said anything to me about that." he's all "it says so right there on the note." I was like "listen fucker..." ok I didn't say that, but ohhhh how I wanted to. I said "uh, that note is NOT addressed to me, so I didn't concern myself with it." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if to qwell (is that how you spell that?) the anger bubbling up inside. But he's learning because instead of saying anything he's all "o.k.... why didn't you put both packing lists in the box then?" I said "well, I always only put one in, and one is a delivery receipt and one said packing list, so I put the packing list in." He came back with "well if there's two, then I want you to put both in." I'm like "well what do I look like a mind reader?" He said "wouldn't you just assume if there's two that I would want two put in there?" I'm like " dude, you tell me 8 or 9 times on average if there's a change... why would I ever just assume." He then decided to tell me to start putting packing lists on the outside and in the inside of the box. I told him I thought that was an asinine idea, and just created more work for me. He said that it was more efficient and blah blah fucking blah. Then he picks up a magazine that is for someone in our corporate office, and says "don't pay first class postage on this, just put it in the hand mail." first of all, stay out of my area, and don't concern yourself with my job. I don't need your advice. I replied with "well, I was told to mail everything up daily, so why don't you let me handle it." he's all "well I don't see the need for first class postage, so just put it in the hand mail." (hand mail is stuff that's delivered by interoffice visits from techs or whoever) I was pissed at this point, and I'm like "Dude. I don't even know what first class means. I put it in the mail and call it good kapeesh?" He's all, "I just don't see the need to put extra stamps on it." I said "What is the difference of one freakin stamp?" he's all "I'll just put it in the hand mail." and goes back and puts it on the shelf. WHAT AN ASSHOLE! Do I tell him how to fuck up his computer and number his sales orders incorrectly? Do I concern myself with whatever he does in his office while blankly staring at his computer screen and scratching his head because HE'S A FUCKING MORON? No. I don't. So stay the fuck out of my business. Arg. I hate his freakin guts. It about killed me to buy his birthday cake and card from everyone at the office yesterday. I was civil and even bought his favorite kind of cake; as everyone should have a decent birthday, but man... now I want to shove that german Chocolate cake up his ass. twice.

You know what's wierd? My mood though slightly diminished, is actually not so bad... I am still feeling ok; and excited tohear about our apartment... Aaron's got a good feeling about it... I am still on the fence about the whole thing... saying prayers and crossing my fingers... send some good thoughts our way k?

I'll be the big 2-6 on Friday. We went out and did a little singing last weekend, had a freakin blast... some scary video was shot... uh, I don't remember singing Goodbye Earl AT ALL. That's half the fun I guess. :-) Had a wonderful time seeing some old friends, lots of family and yes, I'll be posting some pictures this week... of course they have to pass inspection. there are a few that will never see the light of day. :-D Lori turned 22 on Sunday, and got just about every sims game there is to buy. She's in seventh heaven... I kind of want to get into the sims... but haven't yet. anyway... I gotta go, I need some advil.

Friday, April 04, 2003

APARTMENT SEARCH 2003

It's begun. We are officially searching for a new home!!! Yesterday we went and looked at a 736 sq foot one bedroom about 2 miles from where I am currently living... it was a pretty nice place. We haven't applied yet though, because they charge like 35 bucks a person to let you fucking apply to live there and PAY THEM RENT. I am in the wrong business I tell ya. We want to check out a few more places before we start spening money left and right to just apply. Crikey. We have an appointment today and tommorrow to look at some places, and we also plan on driving around tomorrow and looking in Tukwila. There are a lot of newer buildings down by the mall, and we want to check em out. I would dearly LOVE to be moving on my birthday (WHICH IS NEXT FRIDAY!!!) Though I am celebrating it this weekend.

Man I'm tired. I could not sleep for the life of me last night, and invented a fun new way to amuse myself! I turned the lamp on, and would stare at Aaron as he slept seeing if I had strong enough mental telepathy to wake him up by just concentrating. Big surprise here, I don't. Of course it could also be because he was completely out, sawing logs and in a deep slumber. Hell for about an hour and a half I amused myself by tickling his face with a string, to which almost every time he made a really funny face and rubbed the spot I touched only to start snoring again, and start the cycle all over. I was laughing so hard to myself; I don't quite get what is so funny about fucking with someone while they are sleeping, but man. It's a fun time. I had found the loose thread from my quilt and pulled it out, and as soon as he would start snoring I'd tickle the inside of his ear, or his cheek or a nostril... poor Aaron. I am so mean. IN MY DEFENSE, he never woke up and thought it was funny when I told him what I'd done last night. ahhh, the perils of coupledom. I would say that if that's one of the perils we have to face, we are doing ok so far. Of course we don't live together yet, and we are bound to discover other charming qualities that each other posseses. Stay tuned for those.

School started this week; been busy trying to keep up with the psych and english websites... finally made myself a calendar and pin pointed everything that was due, so that'll help. I am a creature of routine and order ... the older I get, the more I understand that. I do VERY well with specific instructions and limits. I have a VERY very difficult time living life without a general plan... this is not to say I don't likes spontenaity and surprises... because I LOVE surprises and being caught off guard, but I like to have a partnership between order and spontenaity. That's all. For example I need to have a general idea of what we are doing on a given weekend... I don't need an itinerary, but an idea of what we are doing helps me ... even something as general as lets go out on saturday night, and we'll figure out what we're doing then. I can deal with that. WHY am I even going on about this?

I am wearing size 12 old navy jeans today. They are hand me downs from a family friend who handed them down to my sister, I can't believe I can wear anything they can fit into. they are snug in the waist (what else is new) but fit nicely everywhere else. It's a good day.

Now keep your fingers crossed and send us good thoughts for our apartment hunting!